[Crimson Eye - Grimargus]
Challenge Level: 20
"As you can see, a Legendary level boss."
Singo lowered his voice, speaking mysteriously, "I’ve been tracking him for a long ti. According to Autumn Rain’s observations, every ti this guy changes position, the magic web of the entire forbidden zone is affected and altered. He’s like the eye of a storm, always at the center of the sorcery currents."
Sumr Night Autumn Rain said, "Based on my speculation, he is most likely the ’Deep Red Embers’—favored one of Kazuul."
"Looks like this is really the Bighead..."
Steel Torrent’s eyes lit up instantly, as if the boss wasn’t there but a mountain of gold and priceless magic equipnt, blood potions.
Singo glanced at him and added, "If the four of us weren’t lacking in strength, I would’ve soloed this boss long ago. You wouldn’t stand a chance."
"Still arguing over one kill, going on and on, let tell you, having such a good opportunity—just count your blessings."
Hearing this, Steel Torrent was annoyed but didn’t want to act out right now, so he grudgingly said, "Cut the crap, let’s quickly discuss the attack plan, this is a Legendary boss after all."
Mantou’s mouth twitched slightly, feeling quite speechless, obviously doing sothing as unscrupulous as stealing kills, yet acting as if it was only natural to him.
Truly, shalessness knows no bounds in this world.
Fortunately, most of the Dragon Scale Cultivators were the main force from the chanical God Cult, and Singo’s group were three and a half top professional gars—well, Mantou roughly counted as half.
Their tactical literacy and discipline were quite high; it wasn’t long before they worked out a strategy against this Half-Red Dragon Spellcaster and made all the necessary preparations.
Steel Torrent was even more excited, proclaiming the classic dictum, "25 against 1, the advantage is ours."
...
The lava surged beneath their feet, like the heavy breath of an ancient giant beast.
Scorching air currents spewed out from the underground fissures, lifting sulfurous smoke and twisting the already dim light deep in the cave.
The air was so thick it was almost tangible, every breath felt like swallowing scalding gravel.
"Swish—" At the center of this boiling hell, atop a throne built of solidified magma and bones, a massive figure slowly stood up.
He was Grimargus, favored of Kazuul, the scourge keeper of this vast land, under whose released flas and magma tens of thousands of Seleucid people had perished.
Grimargus unfolded the dragon wings behind him, a nearly ten-ter-tall body imbued with pure destructive power.
The humanoid skeleton was roughly twisted and covered by dragon traits, a thick dragon tail trailing behind, every swing cutting through the scorching air with a dull boom.
Its head was ferocious, keeping the outline of human features but elongated and covered in fine dragon scales; a pair of molten gold-like vertical pupils slowly opened, its gaze sweeping across the small figures in the distance, contemptuous and mocking, like looking down at ants strayed into a furnace.
Its hoarse voice echoed in the lava cave, sending chills down everyone’s spine.
"Pitiful humans..."
"His Majesty Kazuul is about to beco a true god, and I too will ascend with Him, becoming an entity beyond re mortals!"
"At such a critical mont, you dare to appear before ..."
Steel Torrent’s expression changed slightly, muttering, "How did he discover us, I clearly equipped everyone with a full set of invisibility and Breath Holding Spells..."
Singo simply said in a deep voice, "Looks like the ambush plan is failing. Prepare for defensive counterattack! Heavy Shield Squad, get up front!"
"Truly seeking death—"
Grimargus’s furious roar ca from hundreds of ters away, accumulated energy compressed and ignited in its chest, finally bursting forth as a stream of destruction from its open maw, blindingly bright.
Seven Dragon Scale Cultivators with combat shields stood at the forefront, shields equipped with small defensive energy field generators, forming a destructive energy field on the shield surface to fend off incoming attacks.
"Hold the line!"
Dragon Scale Cultivator Aemon’s shout was drowned in the roar of the flas; his raised giant shield lit up with Holy Light Runes, connecting with the giant shields of the warriors on either side to form an indestructible barrier.
These heavily armored Dragon Scale Cultivators had not only undergone modification, but were also advanced Paladin professionals themselves, possessing nurous Holy Oath Spells and Divine Aurora, making them extrely formidable tanks.
anwhile, Sumr Night Autumn Rain appeared behind them, waving her delicate hands, casting multiple layers of Protective Magic upon them.
But Grimargus’s Dragon Breath was far more terrifying than they had imagined; the scarlet torrent washed over, those energy fields and shields shattered silently, dissipating like fragile glass.
The Dragon Scale Cultivators felt a force irresistible, enough to lt through mountains, crash violently against their heavy shields.
The heavy shields, made of superalloy and enhanced with enchantnts, let out a dull hum, emitting red light, and the surface of the Empire insignia was burned away, the edges of the tal lted like wax, dripping and sizzling on the scorching ground.
Behind the shield, Eamon was forcefully pushed back by the imnse power of the Dragon Breath. His heavy combat boots plowed deep furrows into the hard rocky ground. The armor on his left arm, which held the heavy shield, turned red and scorching. The sll of burnt flesh filled his nostrils, and the intense pain made him grit his teeth.
It’s worth noting that to ensure more precise senses and faster reactions, most of these professional gars have set their pain perception synchronization to over 70%.
"Don’t give him a chance to sustain output! Remote fire suppression!" Steel Torrent commanded loudly.
In an instant, the stream of elental arrows, the piercing Arcane Missiles, and the air-tearing bullets intertwined, forming a net that shot toward Greymagos’ massive body like a storm.
"Clink clang!" Most of the attacks fell on its body, covered with heavy dark red scales, rely sending up a few insignificant sparks and leaving shallow white marks, like rain hitting rocks.
A few crafty arrows or arcane energies attempted to find the gaps in the scale armor but were blocked and deflected by a nearly invisible, view-distorting hot aura.
Greymagos didn’t even move. Its molten gold vertical pupils swept over those futile attackers, and a deep laugh, with a hint of sulfur, emanated from its throat: "What a pathetic attack..."
But at that mont, an arrow suddenly exploded, releasing thick smoke that enveloped the Half-Dragon Spellcaster.
It turns out all previous attacks were just a ploy to make Greymagos lower its guard. The Dragon Scale Cultivators loaded Dragon hunting bullets engraved with runes and shot them directly at the Half-Dragon Spellcaster’s head, heart, and other vital areas.
"Bang!"
"Bang! Bang!"
The gunfire roared, countless bullets broke through the scorching aura, shattered Greymagos’ scales, and created various blood holes on its body.
Greymagos’ face twisted in rage, roaring towards the sky, its body trembling violently with extre anger.
"Wretched mortals! Courting death!"
From the swirling smoke, a massive dragon claw covered in dark red scales suddenly lifted, gripping fiercely towards the void.
Not physical force, but space itself groaned under the strain of its twisted will.
The frenzied fire elental energy in the cave was instantly drained, condensed, revolving rapidly, collapsing before Greymagos, and finally burst!
Six blazing white, frenzied humanoid outlines composed purely of destructive flas roared and leaped from the rupture.
They have no faces, only a core of constantly churning and exploding flas. Wherever they tread, the rocks hiss and lt into dark red footprints.
The elental forms of these fire entities roared maniacally, attacking the player formation in different directions as they appeared—aiming directly at the more vulnerable spellcasters and distant soldiers in the rear!
"Protect the rear!" Eamon, enduring the excruciating pain in his left arm, roared hoarsely. But another frenzied fire spirit, wrapped in a heat wave, crashed through the warriors trying to block it, heading straight for Sumr Night Autumn Rain, who was channeling powerful magic.
Sumr Night Autumn Rain was forced to interrupt her spell, frantically blinking to the side and back. A scorching fla stream grazed her Mage Robe, instantly sizzling it black and curling.
Though she also possessed Red Dragon Bloodline, the fire elent released by Greymagos contained a trace of Kazuul’s strength, carrying an essence of destruction that she found hard to resist.
Chaos! Deadly chaos spread through the player line like a plague.
The ticulously organized formation was utterly torn apart by six frenzied fire elental monsters. The mixed sounds of roaring, cries of pain, the sizzling of flas scorching flesh, and the explosive clash of weapons against fiery spiritual bodies rged into a cacophony.
Eamon struggled to block the giant fists of the fire elental monsters. Each collision of Holy Light with fla left his arms numb, and the sll of charred flesh continually seeped through the gaps in his armor.
His peripheral vision glanced towards the throne, his heart sinking suddenly as he shouted, "Careful! She’s coming!"
Greymagos moved.
Its massive body displayed a terrifying swiftness, belying its size. The muscular dragon hind limbs erupted with imnse strength, propelling it like a battering ram towards the center of the formation!
The enormous, scale-covered mbranous wings suddenly spread open, not to soar but to sweep fiercely towards the gathered players in the center, carrying a sharp wail and scorching air waves!
In an instant, the two Dragon Scale Cultivators standing at the forefront were unable to react and were crushed into the ground by the trendous force, even their shields were crumpled into scrap tal.
"Now is the ti!"
Eamon burned with life, his body glowing, releasing a Holy Light Barrier that bound everything, roaring for the others to focus fire.
Sumr Night Autumn Rain’s eyes flashed with two blazing beams, space suddenly froze, and a bizarre crimson-purple force field sealed the space around Greymagos, immobilizing him.
"It’s ti!"
And Singo, in high spirits, let a drop of boiling Dragon Blood fall onto the scarlet dragon scales, revealing countless complex, rugged runes on the ground—hidden here was a massive Dragon-Binding Array with a binding effect on all Dragon-type creatures.
At this mont, the players unleashed all their tactics, and Greymagos was finally imprisoned in mid-air, maintaining a furious visage, with wings flaring, temporarily unable to move.
"Focus fire!"
"Take him down for !"
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